The creamy smoothness of his thighs was rather cute. Hishand moved downward, trailing across his scrotum that had pulled acrossthe underside of his ti...y penis. Like his father, Peter was only half aninch long.Tentatively he slid the uniform jacket and shirt. It revealed the smoothskin of his chest, the softness that came from what he now was. "Goodboy." Karen smiled, walking over to him. "I will reward your obedience.Now get on the sofa, and spread your legs." Peter nodded, walking slowlyto the. I have never stayed at that farm, nor at any other of its kind. This is another man's story, not mine. Or you might say it is the girl's story.She wasn't his type at all. A strangely shapeless chubby body, with a pinkish complexion, hardly a waistline, and a vulva that seemed nothing more than a short and narrow groove disappearing between her thighs. Drooping breasts, with large pale areolas and flat, barely visible nipples. Short hair, of a nondescript brownish shade. A nice face, though,. Hewas happy for his brother-in-law, but he needed Taylor to have a goodnight's sleep.Taylor went to sleep with a smile on her face. She didn't bother withmakeup, she didn't need it and it wasn't worth the effort. She sleptbetter that night than she had in a while, waking up only when the phonein her room rang and told her that she was needed down in the breakfastroom by Vince.She showered and got dressed as Matt, with Matt carefully hidingTaylor's things as he got ready to check out. Matt. I’ve been back there letting them stare at my pussy. Men are so easy.”Gayle asked if Mr. Johnson was among them. Kelly said he wasn’t. Gayle said, “Be prepared. If those guys have seen something, they have all raced to tell Mr. Johnson about it. You won’t get out of there today without showing him too.”Back in her cubicle, Kelly pondered what they had said. Every time her phone rang she jumped. She assumed Mr. Johnson would call her back to his office for a private showing. What if he wanted.